My people over at YardBarker won’t like what I’m about to say. Oh well, because I can’t hold it in. When it comes to Ryan Sims, I have Tourette’s. Sims is the biggest pile of steaming 6-foot-4 sh** ever stacked that high.
Drafting him with the sixth overall pick in 2002 completely obliterated any chance the Dick Vermeil era had at succeeding. But that’s not what pisses me off. What pisses me off is how nonchalant Sims always was about football. He simply has never cared. Not. One. Bit.
I remember when I saw him in the Phoenix airport with like six shopping full bags of clothes, sporting brand new Jordans and ridiculous bling. I’m not being a hater. What I’m saying is that if dude ever cared half as much about football as he did “pimpin’,” the Chiefs would have never hit rock bottom at 2-14. The only thing “phatter” than his watch was his gut. Dude looked out of shape for the kind of defensive tackle he was projected to be (Albert Haynesworth, John Henderson, etc…). The next Warren Sapp? He was only interested in being the next Warren Buffett. Or Warren G. Or both.
The guy has always been a clown, and a selfish one at that. He never cared all that much about football, and seemed to care even less about the Chiefs. Ryan Sims cares about one thing and one thing only — getting P-A-I-D.
That’s why I find it hilarious that Sims is now trying to be a “reporter” for YB. You know what, though, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him chase down a quarterback like he attempted to chase down Marcellus Wiley, aka Dat Dude. Maybe Wiley didn’t even know who he was? I mean, why should he? Sims is a scrub. He’s simply trying to blow up his profile so he can line up some post-NFL income.
Did I mention that Sims is the biggest pile of steaming 6-foot-4 sh** ever stacked that high?